The last  show and another convoluted story.

I was teaching with these guys at Kingston Poly and by this time we were using the whole building at East road, though unofficially. Dave was making quite a name for himself and it seemed a good idea to do a show with three guys, two Scottish and one from Newcastle, hence the name I came up with, border raiders. The pub I took the photo in was just down the road opposite us run by two alcoholic brothers who had had it for 40 years; it was always empty and opened erratically.

Dave brought £3000 worth of cut glass to make his piece and I know I told him we had no insurance. The show was a great success and I did two interviews for BBC world service in German. I had to go on tour and was in Edinburgh when I got the call that half the crystal had been nicked. The show finished Friday, I think, and Saturday Dave had students from the Poly packing it. He wasn't there, of course. Dick French had a party that night so the place was wide open, also the students had not locked the door to the area were all the crystal was. I ask you, how was any of this my fault? Dave got arsey because the crystal people wanted the money; Dave reckoned it was down to me. Jacky, bless her gave me the number of a Barrister she knew and I phoned him and was told I had a good case not to pay anything.

So Dave is getting more annoyed to the point when he comes into my office and hints that he knows people who break legs. In front of him I phone the Barrister again, who tells me that if it goes to court I don’t need council, just tell them the events and its straight forward. I put the phone down and looked at Dave and said 'I'll go halves'. Dave said okay, I gave him a cheque for £1500 and a week later got a bill from the Barrister for £1800. I paid it, didn't want to embarrass Jacky. So it cost me £300 more than if I'd just paid the lot and Dave was another guy I would hardly speak to again.